Honestly, I don't know anymore.
I mean, it was my favourite game because I didn't fully understand it. Same thing with me and physics. The more complex it gets, the more interesting it seems.
I mean, it was my favourite game, and I don't know anymore.
The phrase seems meaningless, and probably is, but it's a feeling. Feelings are like that. Meaningless. Fleeting.

I don't want to sound like a cliché, I don't want to say that the game is deep, poignant, really. And I'm not gonna. I'm gonna say this: when Shannon was leaving Sam & Ida, when the music started, I cried all of a sudden. The nervous tension I'd been feeling for months broke, and I shed a tear. And then another one. And another. I wanted her to jump into the boat and just leave, just leave them all there and embark on a deadly adventure down the Echo. And then something happened, something clicked, and this small window to myself closed.
I don't want to sound like a cliché, but everything you need to know on an emotional empact of the game is really there, in one song from the Act 2:

"I'm on a long journey home".

And home isn't really a place, it's a feeling. And with every new Act you get closer to yourself — step by step.

P.S. It really goes with white sweet Muscat wine.
P.P.S. I drank Black Muscat (Agora, Crimea) and some white wine, I'll write a name later.

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